Star Rail Simulation, but surrounded by characters

Chapter 18

[You use the money to cultivate Kafka's hobbies and build more spiritual anchors for her. ]

[You send her to the children's activity center. But Kafka didn't make any friends, and her indifference made others feel at a loss. ]

[You let her go to school. But the school called to complain, and Kafka thought it was too noisy, so she silenced the teacher for a whole class with the word spirit technique. ]

[You bought her a game to catch elves. But Kafka said that this thing is for children and she has no interest in it. So you play it with relish...]

[Silver Wolf: It's too childish for children, but it's just right for adults. ]

[After trying a few times, you find that asking others for help doesn't work. Faced with a cold little girl with nothing, most people will just stay away. ]

[So you have to do it yourself. ]

This morning.

In the kitchen, Kafka put on a newly bought apron with some fruit patterns printed on it.

Kafka raised her arms, and Su Qing tied them behind her.

After putting them on, she found that the girl had a very slender figure, and the apron was too big.

Su Qing tied the straps into a bow: "I just taught you how to make a sandwich, did you remember it?"

Kafka looked down at the fruit on the apron, then looked up at Su Qing and nodded.

Su Qing: "Very good, there is a recipe next to it, follow the steps step by step."

In fact, in this simulation, before Kafka came.

Su Qing basically never touched the kitchen, usually ordered takeout.

Mainly because he was afraid that he would get too excited again and devote himself to the cooking business again.

[Heita: Very good, the patient has a clearer self-awareness. ]

[Xing: Su Qing: I am a chef in reality, and I am still a chef in the simulation, so I am simulating in vain! ]

After Su Qing arranged the tasks for Kafka, he returned to the living room.

Sitting on the chair, he began to read the newspaper, only occasionally looking at the kitchen.

Looking at the busy young figure in the kitchen, the girl is obviously still unfamiliar with cooking. Her purple shawl hair sways slightly, and she has to stop for a while from time to time before continuing.

Su Qing has a sense of laziness.

And a sense of "I can replace it" of nine points.

[March 7: To put it bluntly, it's still itching to cook, right? ]

Su Qing decided to concentrate on reading the newspaper.

After a while.

He put down the newspaper, picked up the sandwich made by Kafka, tasted it carefully, and commented:

"The eggs are a little old, the bread is not heated through on one side and burnt on the other side, there are too many lettuce, and the bacon should be placed more evenly."

[Xi'er: Zero points! ]

[Heita: Negative points! ]

[Liuying: Don't be so strict with novices. ]

Little Kafka, wearing a fruit apron, stood by the table, looking blank and confused, not knowing how to react.

"Haha."

Su Qing smiled: "But it's pretty good for the first time. Go pour two glasses of milk, and we'll sit down and eat together."

"You will be responsible for cooking in the future, and I will clean up and select the ingredients..." Su Qing crossed his hands, thought about it for a while, and reluctantly said, "No, you will be responsible for selecting the ingredients."

On the one hand, Kafka, who is in her growing period, cannot always eat takeout.

On the other hand, in addition to fighting, she should also be assigned "responsibilities" and "missions" in life.

This will allow Kafka to have goals and meaning every day. Even if these goals and meanings are given by others, it is better than nothing.

After breakfast, they cleaned up.

Kafka looked at the recipe and proposed a diet plan for tomorrow.

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

Su Qing patted her head, and then gently rubbed it to show his approval and affirmation.

Kafka did not dodge, and her small body shook as her head was rubbed.

After being rubbed, her soft purple hair was a little messy and slightly curled up.

She shook her head, combed her hair, and continued to look at the recipe in her hand.

[Silver Wolf: Did Kafka learn to make sandwiches from here? ]

[Kafka: Yes, yes. ]

[March 7: Huh? ]

[Silver Wolf: Kafka occasionally makes sandwiches for us when she is on a mission, and they taste pretty good. I didn't expect that Su Qing taught her. ]

[Kafka: It's a pity that I didn't learn the essence. Su Qing never cooked at that time, and I thought he was not good at cooking. ]

In addition to "duties" and "missions", cultivating hobbies can also make life day by day more meaningful.

It's another afternoon.

Su Qing was a little tired after completing a mission this morning and planned to rest for a while.

But before that, Su Qing looked at the TV: "That's the record player I bought from a roadside store, and a lot of vinyl records."

Kafka looked over.

Su Qing: "From now on, the record player will be in your charge. Play a few songs during the break. Pick one and try it out."

Kafka: "Okay."

Although the girl is emotionally empty and doesn't care about anything, from another perspective, she is really obedient.

Facing Su Qing's request, she never asks why. As long as Su Qing says, she will definitely do it.

Kafka stood up and stood in front of the record player.

It was a record player with a golden speaker that looked very classical.

At this time, Su Qing sat on the sofa and said, "You are not allowed to choose the first one directly."

Little Kafka's hand was like an electric shock, and her fingertips were retracted from the first record.

[Himeko: (laughing) I was right. 】

She looked through the dozens of records stacked together and finally selected one.

Su Qing spoke again: "Why did you choose this?"

Kafka turned around with the record in hand: "Mom and Dad have heard this one before."

Su Qing: "..."

The room was quiet for a while.

Kafka continued: "And this music is relatively soft, suitable for playing now."

"Well, that's it. Every time you choose a record, tell me your reasons." Su Qing continued, "Do you know how to play it?"

Kafka nodded, unpacked the package, placed the record on the turntable, and aligned the needle with the groove of the record.

As the turntable began to rotate, beautiful and soft music came from the golden speakers.

She returned to the couch and sat down.

The demon hunter, who had been running around all morning, closed his eyes. In this pleasant afternoon, he listened to music and rested for a while.

Beside Su Qing, Kafka looked at the record player quietly. The spinning black record was reflected in the girl's beautiful purple eyes.

I wonder if the music her parents once listened to can still bring some comfort to her soul today.

After a while.

Kafka was also a little sleepy. She looked around and found that the pillows were on the sofa on the far right, with Su Qing in the middle.

Little Kafka stared at Su Qing for a few seconds.

She did not get up, but chose to move directly to the side. Then he gently leaned his head to the right, resting on Su Qing's shoulder.

After a while.

Su Qing opened her eyes and looked to the side.

Kafka's left hand was seen wrapping around his body and gently grabbing the corner of his clothes. Her white legs were pressed together, huddled on the sofa.

From Su Qing's perspective, the girl was like a purple kitten huddled up, afraid of loneliness, leaning against him.

Su Qing looked at her and observed for a while.

He picked up the blanket from the side, covered himself and Kafka, and then closed his eyes again.

Afternoon.

Golden sunlight shines into the living room, coating the record player, which is also golden, with a layer of brilliance, and even the sound of music warms it up.

Kafka's expression gradually relaxed after falling asleep.

A strand of purple hair hung down and fell on her cheek.

There was nothing unusual about her at this time. She was sleeping calmly and peacefully, just like an ordinary, cute little girl.

[March 7: Wow, this scene is so heartwarming, I want to take a screenshot as a souvenir. 】

[Silver Wolf: My teammates were so cute when they were little, and I feel so proud. 】

[Xing: My Kafka mother was so cute when she was a child, so I had a lot of face. 】

[Xier: The upstairs is outrageous. 】

[Himeko: It would be great if Kafka could remain so well-behaved and cute when she grows up. 】

[Fu Xuan: +1]

[Fu Xuan: Unfortunately, this is not realistic. 】

[Kafka is also sitting on the sofa at this time, she is also leaning on the pillow. 】

[The pillow is soft and high-end, but I can’t find the feeling I had at that time. 】

[So Kafka just lazily lay down on his side on the sofa. Her slender legs were crossed, and her mature body was slightly adjusted into a comfortable position. 】

[The phone is placed in front of her face, and she holds her cheek. 】

[Kafka looked at the scene in the live broadcast and felt a little envious of himself when he was a child. 】

…

In the psychology clinic, Catherine finished her day's work.

She had already known that Su Qing had become a bronze medal demon hunter. After all, this guy clocked in to work.

On the day when Su Qing first became a bronze medalist, he would pat his shoulder from time to time and say "Oh, it's dusty again".

It also surprised her and made her want to laugh.

[March 7: Haha, so funny. 】

[Qingque: How do you know that I played nine games of Emperor Yuan Qiongyu yesterday, winning seven of them, and winning five of them in a row? 】

[Xing: Who asked you? 】

Catherine packed her things and got ready for get off work.

It happened that she had a lot of free time today, and she planned to visit Kafka.